So, when I'm on Fanfic.net, I usually come across stories from 2013 or sooner. It's so weird reading those cause I can just tell there is a slight difference in the writing stiles. It almost seem...older and outdated. Idk it's odd but I just know when a piece is from years ago. Does any one else ever notice that?

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Bruce Wayne huffed as he was, once again, lapped by some random guy. Normally, most people wouldn't care too much about being lapped a few times—if anything, they would just try a little harder—but Bruce wasn't normal. He was the goddamn Batman.

Some random man should be lapping him. Bruce had trained for years to be the best. And here he was, on his fifth lap, while the stranger was on his seventh. Wait...eight.

"On your right." The man said, for the eight time that morning, as he ran past Bruce. The brunette didn't even sound too winded and Bruce himself was starting to get tired at this point. The slight stress and humiliation he felt every time he was lapped and the ginormous runners trail he was on had started taking its tool on the twenty-eight year old.

Bruce was in New York for business. He had heard about there being a new runners path and decided to check it out in his week long stay. The track was nice. Even though it was just a big circle, there was a park in the center of it. There were only a few trees—which allowed a bit of shade, but didn't hinder the runners sight at all—and some benches for the exercisers to rest on.

Because Bruce was in New York, no one recognized him. They didn't care much for a billionaire from Gotham when they had their own, Tony Stark. That was good. It meant he could bring the newest member of his small family with him in this trip, Dick Grayson.

Dick and Alfred were still at the hotel room. It was only six-thirty in the morning after all.

Bruce was pulled from his thoughts as he started another lap.

"On your right."

Bruce clenched his jaw. He was getting annoyed now. Spurred by the other man's speed and resilience, Bruce sped up. He was a few, steady paces behind the other runner now. He stayed at this distance for a lap and a half before he started falling behind again.

Bruce was panting now. How was that other man so fast? How was he not collapsing from exhaustion by now? He had been going steady for an hour. An hour!

Bruce stopped for a moment to catch his breath. With his hands on his knees, Bruce took a few deep breaths. Damn. Being human really sucked sometimes.

"On your right."

Bruce's head snapped up. Oh no. No. No way was Bruce going to let this man keep destroying his pride. Bruce started sprinting. But even then, he still couldn't keep up with the other man. The worst part was that the guys wasn't even sprinting. He was doing more of a lazy run. Almost like a fast jog.

How how was he doing that?

Still sprinting, Bruce fell behind again when the man sped up slightly. Bruce couldn't take it anymore. The only way he could keep going was if he jogged. And he wasn't going to stop. If he was lapped again by that man while trying to catch his breath, he might as well just hand over the cowl.

A few moments later... "On your right."

Bruce was pissed. He wasn't going to stop until he stopped. Bruce closed his eyes for a moment as he ran, he had to prepare himself. He might be running for a while.

When Bruce opened his eyes again, he almost cried out in pure joy, but he didn't. He was Batman remember?

The other man tripped.

One moment, he was moving at a dizzying speed. The next, his arms were flailing and he was yelling, "Shit!"  Then he was down.

Bruce had half a mind to run past him and call out, "On your right," but what kind of hero would he be if he didn't stop to help people who poked at his ego?

With a sigh—or as best of a sigh as he could muster in his breathless state—Bruce jogged up to the man groaning on the ground.

"Are you alri—your just a kid!" Bruce couldn't believe it! He was bested by a boy! A scrawny, teenaged boy! How...how was that even physically possible?

"And your not." The kid said as he rolled onto his back to look up at Bruce. "How...how were you able to lap me like that?" The kid just smirked at him.

"Simple. I'm a Parker. Being awesome is what we do." The kid was obviously making some kind of joke he didn't get. He would interroga—ask him about that later. For the time being, he held out his hand to help him up.

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How did I forget about that prompt? I'm sorry that it sucks and that everyone is a bit OOC, but I really just wanted to post something. I feel bad about not pristine in like...forever.

If you guys absolutely hate the way I write this, just let me know and I'll try again. For the time being...I'm going to bead.

Until next time.

The prompt^^